In Houston, my neighbor David, an Arab from Jerusalem (and points undisclosed), and I decided to cook and enjoy a lamb together. He insisted on preparing it. So we played backgammon until the glass pan exploded in the oven. He calmly looked at me and said, 'It is ready'. He had looked at what was at hand, used it to replicate how he would roast a lamb in the ground and set it to cook. I think he calculated (he was quite bright) that when the dry glass pan shattered, it would be ready. Thoughtful guy he was, he cleaned up the glass and replaced the pan.